I moved my hands and cupped his balls and moved up to the shaft of his cock. I realized that he wasn’t half way into my mouth and he was nearly bump...ng the back of my throat. My mind reeled, “if he shoves all the way in he will be right down my throat.I grasped his shaft taking up some of his length before I started bobbing up and down his cock. I knew that holding him in my mouth wasn’t what this was about, but there was no way I wanted to choke on his cock. “Of fuck Larry that feels so good.”. When we met other guys, it was easy. We chat with them on a website, see their pic and we both would agree to meet each other. Simple as can be. But it seemed a little awkward with John. You can't just go up to him and say, "hey John, you want to fuck my wife?"Well one night he had a date. It did not go well. He came home early because the women obviously was not interested. He and I talked. His self confidence had been shot and believed that women did not find him attractive anymore. I don't. ’ ‘What? What do you mean?’ Amy said, not believing what she was hearing. ‘Well we haven’t exchanged the ‘L-word’ or anything, but I have told him that I wanted to be his slave-slut permanently. He has been very good to me and my son. And look what he did for your mother, Amy. He didn’t have to do that. He is a good man. A good boss and a good Master,’ Lisa said. ‘Yes, that was very nice of him to see that my mother was taken care of. I do appreciate that,’ Amy said. Mr. Roberts had been. The feelings were too good to deny… He was fucking her against the cell’s grey wall—her tits, face and the palms of her hands flattened against the cold surface. How could she love the roughness like this? Yet when he pushed the side of her head harder against the wall for leverage and pumped harder into her, she found herself groaning out her approval. She’d worked out exactly where the camera was, the one that monitored them, and her gaze fixed upwards onto it as he thrust inside her. Was.